Turn The Mirror Around

My nails are bitten to the quick Passing seasons make me sick I workout once in ten blue moons I sleep on weekend afternoons Sometimes I skip brushing my hair Sometimes I back out on a dare When I wear shorts I look like mush Instead of clear skin, I always blush My clothes would make designers cringe My tight shirt’s proof of yesterday’s binge A hate for myself creeps into me Slowly invading my sanity… My clothes… My face… My shape… My taste…

I stop, step back, and turn the mirror around. Then my perspective is turned upside down I have a 4.0 GPA to my name With my songwriting skills, I’ll one day reach fame My words are like velvet, my phrases like silk My songs are melodious and sweet like milk My fingers on a harp create instant harmony And my intentions are innocent, never a felony With a couple words uttered, I can draw tears of laughter My friends call me the funny one, a name I take after Except a few blunders, my words have been kind “Bully” isn’t the thought, when I come to someone’s mind My eyes reflect my soul, and my soul reflects my actions So look into my eyes, you’ll feel immediate attraction The popular ones that roam above me now The ones that are mean, no kindness to endow They are too busy to work at school They’ll one day work for me, and this time I’ll rule

With these reassuring thoughts that I have found I’m no longer afraid to turn the mirror back around.

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